Afternoon of September 25, 2022

Basho's frog cut apart in English class

~petro c.k.

ink-splattered roughnecks

one-legged poets

at crane school

~Richard Magahiz

two sand fleas

hop onto my beach towel . .

itchy and scratchy

~Karen Harvey

in ancient Egypt

fleas were worshiped

(not really)

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Boop!

I booped

a Boops boops

(B. boops)

Boop boop!

The 

Boops boops

booped 

back

~petro c.k.

the monkey climbs

the mulberry tree

pop goes the purple


~Robert Witmer

Nitty Nora

the scalp explorer ...

our school nurse


~Karen Harvey

dental chair

all the answers

I want to give

~Daipayan Nair

Morning of September 23, 2022

full disclosure

what resides beneath

the lampshade

~Kelly Moyer

person, ghost, light

who is the common ancestor

~Kyle Hemmings

cancun honeymoon

they become savants

of selfies

~Kyle Hemmings

demolishing sand castles, day's order

~Mircea Moldovan

a hole in the prairie dog moon

~Robert Witmer

sawdust protected our torsos

from the treacherous sun with its tusks

remember, dearest,

please:

you eyes were actual aquamarines;

poetry knows the secrets bumblebees conceal

~Richard Magahiz

alcohol swab

I narrate

my hobbies

~Daipayan Nair

egosurfing

not long before

the ship sinks

~Daya Bhat

fast rap

grandma’s lullaby

gets a makeover

~Daya Bhat

mosquito

I clap

to kill

~Daipayan Nair

swatter

fly’s short lifespan

even shorter

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

my blood the horsefly laps it up

~Mark Gilbert

Afternoon of September 21, 2022

you were meant

to sing and dance and love— 

you fools

~Herb Tate

Paul Newman Looks for a Job

Behind the eight ball,

queuing for a job,

hairdresser for the bald,

the cranially compromised,

gleaming in the fluorescent light,

a hustler with blue eyes

whistles Dixie to a waitress

with purple peepers,

while George C. Scott

sends goslings to the front.

~Robert Witmer

long story short

those guys did have

a vengeful god

~Richard Magahiz

      fibbing ‘bout clean sheets

haven’t washed ‘em never will

      line of succession

~Jerome Berglund

mountain cairn

the quest for validation

of a name

~Keith Evetts

existential crisis

you have

one new notification

~Kelly Moyer

the new fascism of the brain

taking control of my voice 

until I am only an echo

~Kyle Hemmings

Evening of September 20, 2022

chameleon party

no one knows

who’s who

~Daya Bhat

my garden lexicon

eyecandytuft

churchbellflowers

uptickseed

magnificatmint

sandhillcranesbill

boogiewoogiebugleweed

proseofsharon

inthelimelighthydrangea

outfoxglove

daiquiris

~Debbie Strange

and but so

then by which why  —

dragonfly 

~Herb Tate

on a high mountain

looking for fish —

hooting, with laughter

~Herb Tate

aquarium music

fish mouthing

the words

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

a bumblebee pollinates you

in your sleep, you wake up

alone again 

~Kyle Hemmings

Afternoon of September 20, 2022

cobalt horizon

in a cosmonaut’s helmet

the buzz

~Anna Cates

fourth dimension

tethered to the taxi

moon and i

~Daya Bhat

waxing under the moon starlet

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

moon migrants

we run out of

cherry soda

~Kyle Hemmings

meteor sizzling

above the bog—

night fall

full of frogs,

strange foreboding

~Anna Cates

in dreams still stirring

even taking flight—

Pegasus

~Anna Cates

wedding date

countdown to the clash

of planets

~Daya Bhat

Morning of September 20, 2022

cat tail

i wish we could talk...

we can, 

even if we only

scratch the surface

~Pat Geyer

dust bunnies

playing hide-and-seek …

I hide they seek

~Bonnie J Scherer

powering

a new fuel source

magic beans

~C.X. Turner

cinnamon-scented

the void baked into her

                      

                 muffin tin

~Kelly Moyer

evening hour

in the back garden

i solve myself

~Richa Sharma

      holy leaves

growing caterpillars

      the new year

~Jerome Berglund

flat stones in a childhood game the stingray's disk

~Amoolya Kamalnath

bit the pillow down in nine seconds

~Robert Fleming

leaving Alabama

 

on the highway

a flattened armadillo

 

between

one state

and the next

~Keith Evetts

waking up Weltschmerz

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

home from the store...

in a brown bag

a brown recluse

~Pat Geyer

(in)festival

~Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

death by magic fairy tales

~Roberta Beach Jacobson